Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Nov 8, 2011 22:37:59 GMT -5
Left Behind --
Emotional frenzy gives way
to calmer currents --
water hardening to crystals, clogging up
the way to clarity.
Am I trying to hold onto wind?
Or are you?
Who has become the impossible?
The Never-ending problem?
Trouble brews on the horizon,
and I can only watch the colors birthed -
vomited -
like blood on the canvas. Split open like a pig's
gut - entrails coiled 'round our hearts. Nausea
spins me round, as I search for you:
blindly reaching out like an old woman.
I've lost my youth in loving you;
and now all I see is your back
in my mind,
a dial-tone, beep-beep-beeping in my ear.
Silence carving a hole in my existence --
"Are you coming with me?"
No, no.
Drown yourself in booze;
I'll drown myself in tears.
November 8, 2011
Emotional frenzy gives way
to calmer currents --
water hardening to crystals, clogging up
the way to clarity.
Am I trying to hold onto wind?
Or are you?
Who has become the impossible?
The Never-ending problem?
Trouble brews on the horizon,
and I can only watch the colors birthed -
vomited -
like blood on the canvas. Split open like a pig's
gut - entrails coiled 'round our hearts. Nausea
spins me round, as I search for you:
blindly reaching out like an old woman.
I've lost my youth in loving you;
and now all I see is your back
in my mind,
a dial-tone, beep-beep-beeping in my ear.
Silence carving a hole in my existence --
"Are you coming with me?"
No, no.
Drown yourself in booze;
I'll drown myself in tears.
November 8, 2011